Actinic gargles and burps from laboratories,

Their chimneys smoking out lethal heat,

Lashing the winds with acidic whips,

Inside boil synthetics neat,

Green enough to melt your meat,

Choke you to the ground, off your feet,

Have you wriggling like a worm on your sheet,

Flying through a maze of Holy steeples,

Hands soaked in sin, come those sightless disciples,

Spending lightning speed, they’re on their way,

All set to fold their wings, breathe afresh, then spray decay,

Drop ammunition saved from conquests in the Gulf, coconuts glass-shelled,

Wrathful flesh within, shooting out chemical smell,

To block all your holes,

To unfasten last grips on poles,

In offices, homes, malls, eateries, plazas and streets,

Down to the dust, all shall mourn ceasing heart beats,

Spring balances of war shall tilt uneven,

Breathless, blindfolded shall wander that tiny Syrian civilian,

Rest shod boots, uniformed, with guns,

Will squeeze triggers, summon the scourge,

Join in as martyrs for accolades from Eden, then white celestial fun,

Blood for justice, blood for rebellion,

Carefree of an entire generation slipping into oblivion,

The Demons of Death shall be further, allured,

Unaware of the incoming peril, scientifically planned by the Devil,

On this land that once, shone as Umayyad’s throne, no one might ever get cured,

Toxic bubbles blown into the crowd, out of their tentacles,

Will glaciate your lungs, burn your nipples and rot your testicles,

Boils will grow out of your skin, and then burst,

You’ll cripple, you’ll stumble for your limbs shall crumble,

In a flash, your bones will be powdered; your mettle shall rust,

Meek cries, weak prayers will drip the air,

Laughter shall echo from the President’s chair,

Time for Syrian maids and lads to round up in lines,

To poke out their noses, follow the chemical smell,

Fall into queues to the gateways of Heaven and Hell…

Debaroon’2013

(Based on the possibilities of a chemical touch to the prevailing warfare in Syria. )